The Total Crux When someone makes like they don't know, Where she told you to go- And you spend your days, in a misty haze Of purple, blue, and black, Supposedly, she let you in on a little thing of Buck- But, mama, don't you see How long you've lied to me- And that is the total crux! So you "spin your wheels" on down to me- You paint the teal and the cobalt, And if we ever catch, those pretty little gents, We'll paint them magenta And a little bit of buck-----"it's just that"----- .....and when the time was right...... Reisa L. Gerber